The conclusion of the epic love story, The Story of Us, is NOW Available! Blue Moon by Sydney Jamesson is Live!!!

Synopsis:

“If anything happens to Beth, I’ll cease to breath; the sky will fall and time will stand still, but not before those responsible for ending our lives are six feet under and en route to hell.” ~ Ayden Stone.

As The Story Of Us comes to a climactic conclusion, Ayden and Beth come face to face with their worst nightmare—losing the one person who means more to them than life itself.

Parted by a thousand miles across land and sea, they prepare to fight back; the clock is ticking, dark forces are edging closer and their chances of surviving are becoming less with each day that passes.

But nothing is as it seems…

They are knee deep in danger and deceit, and enemies remain too close for comfort. Will they be able to weather the storm of secrets, family feuds and broken bonds?

After a lifetime of waiting, Ayden and Beth Stone are so close to fulfilling their destiny, but will they get to live out the fairy-tale they promised each other over twenty six years ago?

A love like this comes along once in a blue moon—it’s worth fighting for.

But is it a love worth dying for?

Excerpt:

Behind me the door opens. I don’t bother turning. Only when I hear the lock turn and the light is switched off do I clench my fists, but before I can stand someone scented with a familiar fragrance slides their hands over my shoulders, and slips them inside my jacket in a kind of criss-cross. Spontaneously, I take hold of their slim wrists.

“Woah! What the…?”

“Calm down, Mr. Stone,” she whispers in my right ear, her hair tickling my neck. “This is going to be fun for both of us. Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the ride? I know I will.”

I tighten my grip on her wrists and remove her hands from my chest, drawing my fingers over her left hand, along a wedding band and a large engagement ring. “I’m waiting for a friend. You’d better run along, I’m not interested. There won’t be any free rides tonight, sweetheart.”

Still cloaked in darkness, she runs her fingers through my hair and circles the chair, raising her other hand to her mouth seductively. “That’s a shame. I heard you like to play.”

“Maybe I could sit on your knee?” She pushes my right leg from its comfortable position and attempts to slide across my knee.

She’s petite and I sense, from her voice and svelte movements, probably very beautiful, not unlike Beth in shape and size—but she isn’t Beth.

Is she?

The outline of her hair tells me it’s shoulder length, dark…

Beth’s blonde…

I tip her body backwards from left to right, resting my hand for a split second on her stomach, aligning her face to catch what little luminosity there is from the blue neon light spearing its way through the decorative wrought-iron work. I catch a glimpse of a nicely defined jawline, bright eyes… I try to lift her forcefully from my knee, but she wraps her arms around my neck and folds her body into mine, provocatively. Her hot breath grazes my neck.

“You don’t feel like you’re not interested,” she whispers, positioning her left thigh on top of my burgeoning erection. “Are you playing hard to get, Ayden?”

What?

“I…”

“I’ve come all this way to see you and here you are, fighting me off. Now that’s a first.” She giggles into my ear.

Beth?

Taking her by surprise, I flip her off my knee and turn her over and onto the desk, taking both of her arms and positioning them above her head, pinning her in place. She tries to wriggle free but I have both her wrists firmly in my one-handed grasp.

Pressing my body over and into her, gently, I whisper into her ear. “Now who’s playing hard to get?”

“Is this how you treat strange women you meet in the dark, Mr. Stone?” she asks, with little humour, her left cheek pressed against the leather surface.

“Not as a rule, but I’m willing to make an exception for you, Mrs. Stone.” Her body shakes beneath me as she laughs, rocking against a cock which is now attempting to escape from my boxers.

I give her wig a gentle tug. “Are you in disguise?”

“Not really. I read somewhere that you liked brunettes.” She smiles that smile and suddenly—in a flash—everything’s right with the world; like a man suffering from a terminal disease who has found a miracle cure. I’m healed.

I feel her warm palm against my right cheek and lean into it and close my eyes. “Am I glad to see you.”

“How did you know it was me?” she asks, tipping her head to one side, searching my eyes for any trace of a lie.

Removing her wig to free her blond locks from the cap, I explain, “Among other things, I recognised your voice—“

She snaps back. “—but I disguised it.”

“Baby, you could whisper the phone book and you’d have my cock twitching. Did you seriously think I wouldn’t recognise your voice?” I rub my nose against hers. “Are you pouting? Would you have preferred me to carry on longer, letting you think I was about to fuck some random woman?”

She shakes her head.

“I didn’t think so. You didn’t like it when I bent you over the desk. I felt you tensing and squirming beneath me.”

She gives my tie a tug. “That’s because I was convinced you didn’t know it was me.”

“I thought so, and, as for Jake … he wouldn’t bring me here to set me up with another woman. He wouldn’t do that. So … how long do we have?” I reach down to her derriere and scoop her up in my hands, pressing her against me.

“An hour and a half at tops.” She sighs.

“So, my dear wife, now you have me at your disposal what do you propose we do with the limited time we have?”

Aiming to tease me further she nibbles her thumbnail in that adorable way she does, feigning innocence. “There is something I’d like to do. If you don’t mind…?”

Just name it.

“There’s little chance that I’ll mind—whatever it is. I’m about to bust a zip here.”

She bites her lip. “I’d noticed that.”

Turning us around, so my ass rests on the edge of the desk, she reaches behind her and pulls the chair closer.

“I’m listening.”

“I want to take you in my mouth and make you come. How does that sound?”

I throw back my head at the very thought of it. “How does it sound? Are you kidding me? After three days of jerking off in the shower … I’d say that sounds fucking awesome.” I’m nodding and smirking, trying unsuccessfully to hold off the laughter.

I love this woman. Not for the fact that she’s travelled a thousand miles to see me or that she’s about to blow me, but because she instinctively knows what I need—the closeness, the intimacy that we’ve both been denied for too long. Little does she know all that is about to change.

I cradle her face in my hands, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs, sliding my fingers into her hair, breathing her in like an intoxicating drug I can’t get enough of. “Distance can stop me from kissing you, but it can’t stop me from loving you, Beth. You’re never far from my thoughts, baby. To have you here, is more than I could have hoped for.”

Sensing my need for attention, she smiles, descends my body, undoing my tie, leaving it spread out across my jacket while she unfastens buttons, then a belt, then my zip; all the time maintaining eye contact, holding me captive with the intensity of her stare.

With the chair perfectly positioned, she sets about releasing me from my boxers, leaving my clothing pleated around my groin. She follows the dark trail leading to my throbbing cock.

Momentarily her eyes stray from mine, and she looks down at the extent of my arousal. She says nothing but there are words hanging in the air like heat rising from our bodies. With little need for actual words, she rests her cheek against my groin, almost reverently. I lift my right hand from the edge of the desk and fold it over her head, not to increase pressure, but to offer her my blessing. This half-light has created the perfect ambiance; there’s a stillness, a serenity that silently reminds us that the distance between us these past weeks has not lessened the depth of our love—if anything, it has brought us closer. We’re here together at this makeshift altar, ready to worship each other with saintly devotion.

About the Author:

Sydney Jamesson is an English teacher by day and a USA Today bestselling author of romance, suspense by night. She is nocturnal by nature and loves nothing more than staying up late, listening to music and being inspired to write. She has always scribbled things down; in her home is one enormous waste paper basket full of discarded phrases, opening lines and pieces of dialogue that have hit her like lightning in the middle of the night or whilst parked up at a set of traffic lights. Her bestselling trilogy, The Story of Us is available worldwide, and she’s thrilled to continue Ayden Stone and Beth Parker’s epic love story in The Story of Us Series: Into the Blue, comprising: Blue Genes, Blue Hearts, Blue Moon.